Awakening The Only SSS-Rank Class! Now Even Dragons Obey Me Chapter 790: I Am Eternity

The forest ruins continued to smolder. Not with common flames, but with the residual power unleashed moments prior from the axe wielded by the one they called Mountain Breaker.

A gigantic chasm, stretching for kilometers into the earth, spewed bubbling molten rock from its dark fissures. Above, the very sky still quaked unstably, as if reality itself struggled to mend from Walterk’s devastating strike.

Yet, at the heart of this widespread destruction, nothing had changed. Daniel remained standing tranquil beneath the tree, his attire completely untouched by any tear.

His hair, as white as snow, gently swayed in the wind. The nascent light from the tree’s half-ripened fruit cast a reflection upon his impassive countenance.

The tree itself stood unmarred. Its immense roots remained firmly anchored in the earth, and the fruit’s serene white and golden luminescence pulsed steadily, as if an impact capable of eradicating a nation had not even brushed a single leaf.

A profound silence enveloped the assembled army. Soldiers clad in armor stood like statues. Several mages, their faces ashen, retreated a few steps, their gazes flickering between Walterk and Daniel, their minds seemingly unable to process the spectacle before them.

"That... that was Lord Walterk’s attack."

"Impossible..."

"Even the northern ramparts of the forsaken empire could not withstand such a blow..."

Murmurs rippled through the ranks, though no one dared to vocalize their thoughts above a whisper. The reality confronting them transcended mere fear; their comprehension had shattered.

Even having witnessed it firsthand, accepting this truth was an arduous task. In stark contrast, they were gripped by an overwhelming, incomprehensible shock.

This was the very first instance they had ever seen someone halt the Mountain Breaker’s assault without the slightest exertion or sustaining any injury. Not even the three most formidable Eternal Warriors possessed such an unfathomable capability; they would have required immense power to achieve such a feat.

But this man standing before them? He hadn't even stirred!

Elsewhere, Elisira gasped for breath, her heart still racing uncontrollably. In the instant that devastating blow was launched, for the first time since venturing into the forest, she had been utterly convinced of her impending demise. Not a mere possibility, but a dead certainty.

After all, how could a mere princess possibly survive an attack that flattened the surrounding forest, carved a crater kilometers deep, fractured mountains, and tore fissures in the very sky? Under normal circumstances, a minuscule fraction of that power would have been sufficient to annihilate thousands like her.

She had felt her own body begin to buckle under the sheer pressure of that overwhelming power, as if her very existence was being denied permission to continue.

Yet, here she was, alive and entirely unscathed. Her trembling gaze slowly swept across her surroundings, eventually noticing the faint, dark aura that was still dissipating around her.

In that moment, understanding dawned: Daniel had enveloped her within his protective sphere and shielded her.

A peculiar emotion churned within her. Had it not been for this 'monster's' intervention, she would have been annihilated, leaving virtually no trace behind. She doubted even her ashes would have remained.

Then, incandescent rage surged through her, and her eyes fixed solely on Walterk. "That bastard... didn't even spare a thought that I was here."

She was, after all, the princess of the Holy Empire, a preeminent power on the continent, and her father was counted among the strongest individuals alive. Yet, this savage wretch had dared to strike out even at her? No, she hadn't been his target; she was merely incidental collateral damage!

The realization that she was insignificant enough to be mere collateral intensified her fury.

Just then, an earth-shattering laugh erupted, echoing through the desolate ruins. "Hahahahahaha...!" Walterk's laughter boomed, reminiscent of collapsing mountains, and the ripples of his mana caused the very ground to tremble.

He let out his booming laugh for several moments before calmly resting his colossal axe upon his shoulder, fixing Daniel with eyes that blazed with intensity. "That... was merely a casual strike." His gaze intensified. "And yet, most Eternal Warriors would not emerge from it unscathed."

"Not bad." But before he could utter another word, Daniel's quiet interjection cut him short. Every eye was drawn to him.

Under ordinary circumstances, Walterk's soldiers would have bristled at such an interruption. But now? They no longer dared to display excessive bravado in the presence of this enigmatic figure.

"At the very least, you possessed more strength than the ones preceding you." Daniel tilted his head slightly, his voice retaining that same baffling composure. A palpable pressure descended upon the space. Such a profound insult visibly contorted the faces of several army commanders with rage, yet they remained utterly silent, too intimidated to voice their displeasure.

Even the ambient mana surrounding Walterk momentarily destabilized. It was evident he was seething with anger at being likened to mere 'dead trash'.

"I shall grant you another opportunity." But Daniel pressed on, unfazed. His gaze calmly drifted over the formidable axe in Walterk's grasp.

"Attack with your full might this time."

The veins on Walterk’s neck visibly throbbed, a flush of humiliation momentarily washing over him.

He was a titan among the continent’s ten greatest Eternal Warriors, a name that had instilled fear in armies for countless decades.

Yet, an undeniable instinct screamed danger. A primal warrior's sense, honed on a hundred battlefields, perceived something inexplicable within Daniel, something beyond his grasp.

Worse still, he recognized the absolute seriousness in Daniel's stance.

If this next assault proved insufficient, the outcome might transcend mere defeat.

Walterk drew a steadying breath. While he loathed taking orders, his own judgment dictated that concluding this confrontation with a single, decisive blow was the wisest course.

A cold smile touched his lips.

"Do you fathom the flaw in individuals like yourself?"

His oppressive mana aura intensified dramatically.

The very air surrounding his colossal frame began to fracture, and the ground beneath his feet perceptibly compressed.

"You presume, having crushed a few insignificant vermin... that you have the right to gaze upon the heavens."

The celestial clouds churned, coalescing into crackling black lightning.

"However, certain formidable powers..."

He lifted his immense axe, and at that precise moment, the world itself seemed to groan in protest.

"...are reserved solely for those who have traversed the veil of death."

A resplendent, dark golden luminescence radiated from his being. It was not mere mana, nor common energy.

It was the raw essence of Eternal power.

There was a profound reason they were designated as Eternal Warriors.

The fabric of space contorted around him, and time itself appeared to falter, as if the universe instinctively recoiled from the sheer presence Walterk was unleashing.

Terrified, the assembled soldiers recoiled. Some collapsed to their knees, understanding intimately that this cataclysmic strike acknowledged no allegiance, recognizing neither friend nor foe.

Only utter annihilation.

Elisira shuddered, her very soul feeling compressed by an unseen force, making each breath a strenuous effort.

"...I am going to perish." This singular thought consumed her consciousness.

She was utterly convinced that this singular onslaught would guarantee her demise; no entity could possibly intercept such a devastating force!

Then, Walterk unleashed a thunderous roar.

"Allow me to demonstrate precisely why we are hailed as Eternal Warriors!"

His colossal axe descended with terrifying velocity.

Boom.

Light.

Explosion.

It was as if reality itself had been ripped asunder, the earth buckling and the heavens splintering.

A tidal wave of eternal power, akin to an apocalyptic deluge, surged towards Daniel and the ancient tree. A force so potent it appeared to defy the fundamental laws governing existence.

Yet, upon reaching them, the tempestuous energy inexplicably subsided.

The overwhelming eternal power dissipated like morning mist burned away by the sun's rays. There was no violent impact, no visible barrier of defense. The force simply ceased to exist.

As if it had never manifested.

Elisira's eyes remained wide with disbelief. Her mind struggled to comprehend the impossible unfolding before her.

Not only her, but the entire army, their commanders, the seasoned mages, and even Walterk himself stood utterly stupefied.

This phenomenon transcended the concept of sheer power; it represented something far beyond their limited comprehension.

And then, Daniel emitted a soft laugh.

A quiet, resonant chuckle that reverberated through the profound stillness of the ravaged forest. He slowly rose from his seated position.

At that very instant, the atmosphere palpably shifted.

It was as if the world itself had registered the movement of something that should not, or could not, exist.

Daniel's gaze calmly swept across the assembled army. But his awareness extended further, sensing concealed presences, unseen eyes observing from the periphery.

Observers dispatched by the world's dominant powers, and even entities that hesitated to approach closer.

"That assault... it possessed eternal power," he stated softly.

His gaze settled intently upon Walterk.

"Is this the reason you are termed Eternal Warriors?"

He paused for a few moments, the sheer absurdity of the situation almost indescribable in mere words.

The attack had indeed been formidable. It had reached the zenith of S-rank power, even edging slightly beyond it. While not quite achieving the caliber of a national awakened level, it was perilously close.

The critical issue, however, was the infusion of eternal power within that strike!

"Or is it merely you who wields this eternal power?"

No one offered a reply. Universal shock rendered them speechless, still grappling with the impossible feat of nullifying such an attack.

Daniel's enigmatic smile deepened.

"It matters little." His eyes began to emit a soft, otherworldly glow.

Instantly, an unfathomable pressure descended upon the entire vicinity. A palpable force that compelled even Walterk to instinctively tense his formidable physique.

"Eternity holds no dominion over me," Daniel declared in a hushed tone.

"For I... *am* eternity itself."

With that declaration, Daniel drew his sword. The very moment the blade cleared its scabbard, the surrounding space began to distort and fracture.

The world, it seemed, could not contain the overwhelming power coalescing within the drawn sword.

It was the embodiment of the Law of Eternity. He intended to unleash an attack imbued with eternal power, but not a rudimentary assault. His aim was to demonstrate the absolute pinnacle of the Law of Eternity achievable by a mortal to these insignificant pretenders.

This demonstration would perhaps constitute the greatest honor of their fleeting existences, a final, albeit deadly, farewell gift.

Daniel raised his sword high.

And brought it down in a decisive strike.

Boom.